Author's Note:
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Now for the latest instalment....
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As we stepped out of the room, Suppiah smiled toothily and told her with a wink, “We come see you after you go bank, okay, maami. You blanjah us, can?”
I heard the woman shout out a string of Tamil words that I could not understand.
Suppiah winced and said, “Wah! Fierce woman.”
While we were walking towards the Tekka Mall, I asked Suppiah, what this was all about.
“Well, maami’s regular customer come for facial today. When customer saw your wife, haah, she very happy. She tell your wife she wan’t to be pretty pretty like her. And your wife say something not right…” Suppiah chuckled.
“What did my wife tell her?”
“She say to customer, ‘you come wrong place…you go see plastic sergeant,’ she tell her.”
“Plastic sergeant? What is that?” I ask.
“The doctor, lah…The face cutting nose fixing doctor…You donno, ah?”
“Surgeon, you mean.”
“Ya lah, same lah… The woman go back crying. This make maami so mad, she shout at your wife, and rest, you know, lah…Any way, you very lucky that we come. If Chinese feller come, haah, he sure book your wife.”
Nisha sat brooding the entire journey back. I tried to stretch a comforting hand to her. She raised her’s and said, “Just… leave me alone…please.”
For a whole week she was very quiet. Her eyes were always distant, deep in some faraway thought. She barely uttered a word, answering my queries in monosyllables.
For reading the first chapter, you may download it in Acrobat PDF format from here (Click here!)
If you like my writing, please help me popularise my blog--please recommend it to your friends.
If you happen to be a literary agent/publisher (or someone who can help me get my book published) and feel my writing has potential, I would be forever grateful if you could contact me through my website www.harismind.com
Now for the latest instalment....
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As we stepped out of the room, Suppiah smiled toothily and told her with a wink, “We come see you after you go bank, okay, maami. You blanjah us, can?”
I heard the woman shout out a string of Tamil words that I could not understand.
Suppiah winced and said, “Wah! Fierce woman.”
While we were walking towards the Tekka Mall, I asked Suppiah, what this was all about.
“Well, maami’s regular customer come for facial today. When customer saw your wife, haah, she very happy. She tell your wife she wan’t to be pretty pretty like her. And your wife say something not right…” Suppiah chuckled.
“What did my wife tell her?”
“She say to customer, ‘you come wrong place…you go see plastic sergeant,’ she tell her.”
“Plastic sergeant? What is that?” I ask.
“The doctor, lah…The face cutting nose fixing doctor…You donno, ah?”
“Surgeon, you mean.”
“Ya lah, same lah… The woman go back crying. This make maami so mad, she shout at your wife, and rest, you know, lah…Any way, you very lucky that we come. If Chinese feller come, haah, he sure book your wife.”
Nisha sat brooding the entire journey back. I tried to stretch a comforting hand to her. She raised her’s and said, “Just… leave me alone…please.”
For a whole week she was very quiet. Her eyes were always distant, deep in some faraway thought. She barely uttered a word, answering my queries in monosyllables.
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(To be continued...)
